How do you know?
Henrietta had a blue band around her foot, this chicken doesn’t.
Yes, but I took the band off because I was afraid it’d begin to dig in and make her sore.
A bit later.
That’s not Henrietta, Mum.
It’s NOT. Henrietta was all quiet and had her eyes half closed yesterday, this chicken is running around and making a noise.
Yes, well, Henrietta’s feeling better today, that’s all.
Later. In tears.
That chicken is not mine, Mum. My Henrietta had black feathers under her white ones.
What could I say to that? that I’d taken her Henrietta to the Chicken Beauty Salon and had her roots done before breakfast.
No, Hat, I’m really, really sorry. That’s not Henrietta; I lied.
And then I told the truth. And through her tears my little Hat had the courage and the grace to say, ”thanks Mum”.
Gawd this job’s hard sometimes.